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"The Man in the Mansion"

Episode 2x14

Written By: Christopher Ambrose

Directed by: Dwight Little

Transcribed by KimberKatie

Disclaimer: The characters, plot lines, quotes, etc. included here are owned by Hart Hanson, all rights reserved. This transcript is not authorized or endorsed by Hart Hanson or Fox.





(Open: Booth and Brennan arrive at the crime scene and exit Booth’s SUV)


BRENNAN: Do you have therapy today?


BOOTH: It’s not therapy.


BRENNAN: Well, you’re seeing a psychiatrist.


BOOTH: Not for therapy. It’s an official evaluation. Okay?


OFFICER: Person who found the body is in the living room.


BOOTH: Great, crime scene first, then we talk to the witnesses.


OFFICER: Corpse is gonna be in the den.


BOOTH: Thanks.


Brennan (motions to his tie): What is that?


BOOTH: What’s what?


BRENNAN: Your tie. It’s staid.


BOOTH: Staid?


BRENNAN: Yeah. Boring. It looks like J. Edgar Hoover picked it out.


BOOTH: Look, it’s something’ I’m working on, okay?


BRENNAN: In therapy?


BOOTH: Gordon Gordon says that the … you know, the wild socks and the fancy ties are all just, ya know, quiet rebellions, helping me suppress other impulses.


BRENNAN: Isn’t that good?


BOOTH: You’d think so, right? But, you know, apparently all the other issues just have to rise to the top.


BRENNAN: Why do you call your psychiatrist “Gordon Gordon”?


BOOTH: ‘Cause that’s who he introduces himself. You know: “Hi, I’m Gordon. Gordon Wyatt”.


BRENNAN: Like “James, James Bond”.


BOOTH: “Bond, James Bond”, not “James, James … James” … whatever.


(They enter the crime scene – The Bancroft Mansion)


CAM: We’re over here. And you might want to tuck your pants into your socks. The flies get into everywhere.


(Booth gives an exasperated sigh, and pulls up his pant leg, revealing solid black socks.)


CAM: What, no cartoon characters on the socks?


BOOTH: Never had cartoon characters on the socks. They were just … um … never mind, okay? What have we got here?


CAM: Three weeks decomp, give or take.


BOOTH: Oh, the place was tossed, huh?


CAM: No forced entry. The victim is probably the man of the house, Terrance Bancroft. His wife Clarissa identified the watch and wedding ring.


BRENNAN: This isn’t good for me.


CAM: Yeah, it’s pretty gross.


BRENNAN: No, not that. There’s too much soft tissue for me to tell anything. In fact, why am I here at all?


CAM: The Bancroft family asked for us specifically.


BOOTH: What, they got some kind of pull?


CAM: The Bancroft Wing at the Jeffersonian? Sixty million bucks will buy a lot of goodwill.


BOOTH: Typical.


BRENNAN: (bends down to examine the body) This dried crust here, at the mouth…


CAM: … when the jugular was cut, the air mixes with venous blood and the negative pressure causes an air embolism. Death is very quick.


BOOTH: So just … sit there, and stop complaining.




CAM: Multiple stab wounds. We need photos of these splatter patterns.


BOOTH: (glancing around) I’ll be this statue is worth more than my house.


BRENNAN: You know, you should ask your therapist about your issues with rich people.


CAM: You’re in therapy?


BRENNAN: You’ve seen the socks.


(Brennan and Cam smile.)


CAM: The victim’s wife is in the kitchen.



(Cut to: Bancroft Mansion – Kitchen. Booth stands in the kitchen with Clarissa Bancroft, who is seated at the table.)


CLARISSA: I was … I was at the vineyard for a month, and Terry was supposed to be at his fishing camp in Idaho, so the house was closed up.


BOOTH: And you didn’t try to contact him at all during that time?


CLARISSA: (takes a deep breath) We spoke three weeks ago, um … the day before he was supposed to leave. The cabin doesn’t get cell service… (she stands up and begins to pace) I heard the officers talking about a possible home invasion?


BOOTH: Definite possibility


CLARISSA: Well, Terry supports a youth center on the other side of the Anacostia River.


BOOTH: Rough neighborhood, tough kids.


CLARISSA: I was always afraid to go there, but he said it was because I didn’t really know them.


BOOTH: Yeah. Listen, I’d like you to … uh … put a list of things together that might have gone missing and, uh, give me a call.




(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab - Zack is seated at a computer, Hodgins walks in behind him.)


HODGINS: Is that the Bancroft case?


ZACK: Yeah.


HODGINS: Looks like a home invasion homicide, right? (picks up the report and begins to read)


ZACK: Yes, I’m running dental records now, and Cam is finishing up the autopsy.


HODGINS: But Booth is pretty sure it’s Terry Bancroft?


ZACK: Yes. There was a lot of insect activity. Samples are at your workstation. Also, the extension cord that was used to tie him up, and everything that was on top of his desk.


HODGINS: He was tied up?


(Cam enters the room)


CAM: His heart was perforated, but there’s no blood in the thoracic cavity.


HODGINS: He was stabbed after he was already dead. What … what killed him?


CAM: His jugular was punctured. Multiple stabs are congruent with killers jacked on crystal meth. Or … just plain adrenalin.


HODGINS: Why killed him?


CAM: No sign of forced entry. He probably knew his attackers.


(The computer Zack is seated at begins to emit a beeping noise)


ZACK: We have a match. Confirmed. Terrance Bancroft.


HODGINS: He knew his killers?


CAM: Are you alright?


HODGINS: Yes. Yeah, absolutely. I’ll … I’ll get on insect analysis right away.


(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Hodgins work area. Hodgins is examining a framed photograph of Terry and Clarissa Bancroft, presumably on their wedding day. The frame is covered in blood. He places the photograph on his desk, and picks up another. He turns the photograph over, and removes the back of the frame. He is about to remove the photo, when Angela walks in.)




HODGINS: Yeah? Hey. Good morning, Angela. (He places the photograph on his desk, and covers it with the blood-splattered photograph of the Bancrofts on their wedding day)


ANGELA:I have blood splatter patterns on my computer … if you need to match them to anything you have here.


HODGINS: Uh, yeah, thanks. I’ll come look after I get through the evidence from the desk.


ANGELA:You okay?


HODGINS: Mmm-hmm. Yeah.


ANGELA:Yeah? Wanna have lunch later?


HODGINS: Okay, yeah.


(Angela walks away, and Hodgins returns to the photograph. He pulled the back of the frame forward, and removes the photograph, turning it over. We see that it is a photograph of four men, standing in front of a lake. They are wearing no clothes, but three of the men have guitars in front of them, and the fourth has a drum. Hodgins turns the photograph over, and the text on the back reads: Stoner, Tripp, Me + Hodgins, August ’95. Hodgins folds the photograph in half, and puts it into his inner jacket pocket, glancing around to see if anybody is watching him.)





(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Brennan's Office. Sully and Brennan are talking.)


BRENNAN: Would I get to play?


SULLY: Uh, no. You will be cheering, then watching.


BRENNAN: What fun is that?


SULLY: I am a mad “sagger”. I … I … I wear my shorts very, very low.




SULLY: (laughs) You suck hugely at being a girl. Okay, okay … anthropology … anthropology. Oh, okay … think of it as a social ritual in which I impress you with my manly prowess during a game of basketball.


BRENNAN: You want to impress me?


SULLY: I’m traditional that way.


BRENNAN: Why don’t you just bonk me on the head with a giant club?


SULLY: Well, I’d much prefer you came to the game and ogled my butt crack. You know, it’s law enforcement versus public defenders. Guys with ponytails and love handles. We’re heavily favored. So?


BRENNAN: (grins)



(Cut to: Bancroft Mansion. Clarissa Bancroft is walking towards the front door. She opens it, and finds Jack Hodgins standing on her doorstep.)


HODGINS: Hi, Clarissa.


CLARISSA: Hodgins. I … you heard about Terry?


HODGINS: Can I come in?


(Clarissa nods her head, and opens the door wider for him to enter. Hodgins enters the home, and looks around)


CLARISSA: Last time I saw you, you didn’t have a beard.


HODGINS: Yeah, last time you saw me I couldn’t grow a beard. I’m sorry about Terry. Makes everything that happened between us look …


CLARISSA: … meaningless.


HODGINS: Just a lot less important than it seemed at the time. I got over us, Clarissa.


CLARISSA: Then how come it took Terry getting murdered for you to show up at our door?


(Hodgins removes photograph he stole from work from his pocket, and hands it to Clarissa. She opens it, and studies the photograph.)


CLARISSA: Where did you get this?


HODGINS: I work at the Jeffersonian Institution. I’m on the case. This showed up with the evidence.


CLARISSA: I don’t understand. Why are you bringing it to me?


HODGINS: If my bosses were aware that I knew the victim, or his wife, they’d remove me from the investigation. And I would really like to help catch whatever son of a bitch murdered my friend.


CLARISSA: So if someone introduces us…


HODGINS: …Nice to meet you, Ms. Bancroft, and you too, Dr. Hodgins.




CLARISSA: Hodgins? Terry and I were … having some marital problems. But we were getting through it. That’s going to make me a suspect, isn’t it?


HODGINS: I can’t talk about it, Clarissa. (He turns and walks from the house)



(Cut to: Youth Center. Agent Booth is talking with the center's direction, Robert Fraiser)


FRAISER: Terry, man we’re really gonna miss that guy around this place.


BOOTH: Foot the bill for this place?


FRAISER: Oh, you know, he was more than a check book. I mean, Terry, he took a personal interest.


BOOTH: How personal?


FRAISER: No, don’t even go there, all right? Terry, he was one of the good guys.


BOOTH: Those kids are pretty hard core, huh?


FRAISER: Oh yeah, yeah. You know, drugs, gangs, violence…


BOOTH: Any recent arguments or incidents?


FRAISER: Well, apparently the night before Terry was going to head up to his cabin, he caught a kid with a couple pounds of heroin.


BOOTH: Couple pounds? The kid was a mule.


FRAISER: Yeah, he was runnin’ deliveries to Baltimore on the bus.


BOOTH: Did you see Bancroft take the drugs from the kid?




BOOTH: How about any of these kids? Did they see it?


FRAISER: Sure, until you ask them. Then nobody saw nothin’.


BOOTH: Did Bancroft call the police?


FRAISER: Oh, man, come on. If we did that, no kid would ever set foot back into this place.


BOOTH: Oh. Then what, huh? Flushed it down the toilet?


FRAISER: No, no, it’s not like that. I mean, Terry, he would always deliver whatever he snagged to the cops. You know, otherwise the supplier would think they would get ripped off, and then the mule ends up dead.



(Cut to: Youth Center – Locker Room. Fraiser and Booth are standing at a bank of lockers, and Fraiser is cutting the lock on one.)


FRAISER: So this is Julio Diaz’ locker.


BOOTH: Whoa. Blood on the kid’s sweatshirt.


FRAISER: Nah, Julio would never kill anybody. I mean, he might deliver drugs, but he really liked Terry.


BOOTH: Maybe Julio’s supplier? When was the last time Julio was here?


FRAISER: The day Terry took the heroin.




(Cut to: Youth Center – Room. Booth, standing in front of a group of kids)


BOOTH: Okay, look. If it wasn’t for Terry Bancroft, this place wouldn’t exist. I need one witness who saw Terry take the dope from Julio Diaz. Just one.


(The crowd of kids are silent, some not meeting Booth’s eyes as he surveys the room. Nobody speaks up.)


FRAISER: Sorry, man.



(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Angela's Office. Angela and Brennan are seated at her computer.)


ANGELA:What is not to like? Go watch Sully play basketball.


BRENNAN: But – he still hasn’t made a move on me.


ANGELA: How many times have you gone out?


BRENNAN: Four … or six. Depending on how you define “go out”.


ANGELA:Right. Bumping into each other at the diner does not count as going out.


BRENNAN: Four. (points to the computer screen) There. Along the interior cervical vertebrae. Is that shadow a glitch?


ANGELA:I don’t do glitches. Four, huh? So the question is … is Sully damaged goods, or is he just very respectful?


BRENNAN: What? Those are my choices?


ANGELA: Damaged goods, you run away; very respectful, you hang in.


BRENNAN: I should just make the first move.


ANGELA: No, Brennan! For once can you just pretend that you’re the girl?


BRENNAN: Why is everyone so anxious for me to be a girl?


ANGELA: Listen. Go to the basketball game. Let him show off for you, and see what happens.


BRENNAN: I don’t know. It sounds so … passive.


ANGELA: Now you’ve got it.



(Cut to: FBI – Booth's Office. Booth is at his desk, and Sully’s sitting in front of him.)


BOOTH: You just don’t get it.


SULLY: What! I’m asking for guy advice, you are a guy – what’s not to get?


BOOTH: First of all, guys, they don’t ask for advice. And secondly, I’m not going to help you get my partner into bed.


SULLY: Why not? It’s not like you want her.)


(Booth’s lips twitch, but he doesn’t say a word.


SULLY: Unless … Do you want her?


BOOTH: Nah. Come on, Bones is, you know, my partner.


SULLY: That is why you need psychiatric treatment, because you have the hots for your partner!


BOOTH: I’m not in psychiatric treatment, okay? It’s an evaluation. Big difference.


SULLY: I can tell that Brennan is the go slow type, but you gotta help me out on how slow, because too slow is worse than not slow enough.


An agent appears at the doorway.




BOOTH: Yeah?


AGENT CHARLIE: District cops got a kid matching your APB … down at the morgue.


(Booth gets up from his desk, and Sully is left on his own.)



(Cut to: Morgue. The Coroner, Booth, and Robert Fraiser are standing over the table containing the body, a sheet covering it.)


ASST. CORONER: John Doe #120806. Male, approximately fourteen years old. His body was found under the Anacostia Bridge on the sixth.


BOOTH: That was almost twenty days ago.


FRAISER: I … I think that’s Julio. That’s definitely his gold chain, for sure.


ASST. CORONER: Cause of death: single gunshot wound to the back of the head.


BOOTH: Execution style.


FRAISER: Yeah, if, uh … if Terry hadn’t gotten the drugs to the cops, then the supplier would have come for Julio.


BOOTH: Terry Bancroft got killed for that heroin.



(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Room. Zack and Dr. Cam Saroyan are viewing Terry Bancroft’s skeleton on a light table.)


ZACK: Dr. Brennan saw a shadow on the x-rays. I removed the tissue from the bones and found a fungus.


CAM: Not odd. If you were decomposing for three weeks, you’d probably work up a fungus or two as well.


ZACK: The interior cervical vertebrae.


CAM: Spell it out, bone boy.


ZACK: The jugular was cut, and the blood pooled here.


CAM: He was lying on his back for several hours.


(Booth enters)


BOOTH: Anything new?


CAM: Yes. The victim was killed by the puncturing of his jugular, left lying there for several hours, and then the murderer came back…


ZACK: …forced the body into its chair…


CAM: … and stabbed him fourteen more times.


BOOTH: Oh, to make it look like a home invasion.


CAM: The blood on Julio’s sweatshirt found in the locker was definitely Bancroft’s.


BOOTH: Well, that doesn’t make sense.


CAM: Bancroft confiscates the kid’s dope, kid runs to the supplier, they go to Bancroft’s place, scare him into telling them where the dope is, then kill him.


BOOTH: Wait, that doesn’t scan. I mean, why murder the kid?


CAM: ‘Cause he was there? ‘Cause he cried, ‘cause he blew his nose on a red hankie. They don’t need much reason.


BOOTH: Well, I don’t like it.


CAM: Doesn’t mean it isn’t true.


(Hodgins enters the room, carrying a specimen in a jar.)


HODGINS: Calliphora Vomitoria. Prepupal stage of the third instar.


CAM: Does that give us a postmortem interval?


HODGINS: Eighteen point five days.


BOOTH: Whoa. You can be that accurate from flies?


HODGINS: Yeah, D.O.J. Forensics has new statistical models of maggot growth that pinpoint death within a six hour window.


BOOTH: Hmm. Then I was right.


HODGINS: About what?


BOOTH: Julio Diaz was killed twenty days ago. Eighteen point five days ago is after his body was found.


CAM: Then how did Bancroft’s blood get on Julio’s sweatshirt?


BOOTH: Julio Diaz was dead under that bridge. Somebody else put that blood on his sweatshirt.






(Cut to: Basketball Court. Brennan is watching the game from the stands, clearly with her eye on Sully. Sully’s teammates are calling to him on the court, using the nickname “Peanut”. Two women are seated in front of her in the stands, discussing the game.)


BLONDE WOMAN: Sully’s looking good.




BLONDE WOMAN: You know, Scotty says Sully won’t shower with the other guys.


BRUNETTE WOMAN: That guy’s got some kind of an issue.


BLONDE WOMAN: Guys only got one kind of an issue, girl.


BRUNETTE WOMAN: Then I guess we know why they call him “Peanut”.


(The women giggle. Sully spots Brennan in the stands and waves to her. She waves back, and the two women see her, and uncomfortably share a glance.)



(Cu to: Street outside the Royal Diner. Dr. Gordon Wyatt and Booth are walking down the street towards the diner.)


WYATT: In point of fact, it is therapy.


BOOTH: What? No, no, it’s not. It’s an evaluation.


WYATT: No, I’ve already certified you as fit to carry a gun and go back to work.


BOOTH: Okay, then why are we meeting?


WYATT: Well, because you discharged your weapon at an ice cream truck. My provisional certification of your mental health only holds as long as you continue to meet with me.


BOOTH: Great. For how long?


WYATT: ‘Til I’m satisfied you won’t start firing at confectioners again. What’s your objection to therapy?


BOOTH: You know what, doc? I am not the kind of guy who’s got anything to hide.


WYATT: You know, I often find that when people declare what they are not, it almost invariably turns out that that’s precisely what they are.


BOOTH: Great. Then, you know what? No more declarations from me.


The two enter the diner and take a seat.


WYATT: You do know that what you just said is, in fact, the very avatar of a declaration.


BOOTH: Avatar, that’s great. (He motions to a waiter) Can I get a cup of coffee, and a, uh …


WYATT: (makes a “T” sign with his fingers) Tea, please.


BOOTH: Tea, yeah. Let me ask you a question, doc. Why is that every time you introduce yourself, you always say your name twice, huh? (dons an English accent) “Hello, my name is Gordon, Gordon Wyatt.”


WYATT: Well, now you’re simply lashing out, aren’t you? Why don’t we talk about the case you’re working on at the moment?




WYATT: Well, I am trained as a forensic psychiatrist. I might be able to help.


BOOTH: Okay. Fine. Great. I have a dead rich guy, works with at-risk youth, gets brutally murdered after confiscating a couple of pounds of heroin from one of his kids.


WYATT: It’s interesting the first word you use to describe him is “rich”


BOOTH: Ah, second. First description was “dead”


WYATT: Why do you think you have a problem with wealthy people?


BOOTH: This case is a perfect example. This guy, he makes up his own rules. What’s that word that you used?


WYATT: Uh, entitled.


BOOTH: Yeah, entitled. That’s what got him killed.


WYATT: Did this rich guy, by any chance, have a wife?


BOOTH: Ah what, are we changing the subject now?


WYATT: And does the rich guy’s wife have a lover?


BOOTH: I just told you. The murder has to do with the heroin. The boy, the victim took the heroin from also turned up murdered.


WYATT: And is this boy from a modest background?


BOOTH: Doesn’t get any modester.


WYATT: So is there any chance that you would rather catch the boy’s murderer, than the wealthy fellow’s murderer, so you have decided that they’re one in the same? Any chance that you’ve based this assumption purely on your bias against rich, entitled people?


BOOTH: Mmm-hmm. You know what? I did the belt buckle, I did the tie, I did the socks … what else do you want from me?


WYATT: What would you say if I told you that my name actually is Gordon Gordon Wyatt. That my first and middle names are the same?



(Cut to: Basketball Court. The game is just wrapping up, and the men are coming off the court to meet their friends and family. Sully comes over to meet Brennan.)


SULLY: So are you ready to go?


BRENNAN: Don’t you want to take a shower?


SULLY: Ah, I don’t sweat that much.


BRENNAN: Won’t you be uncomfortable at the restaurant?


SULLY: It’s a scuzzy bar. I’ll be one of the best-smelling things there – next to you, of course.


BRENNAN: You played very well.


SULLY: Thank you.


BRENNAN: In fact, you were the best.


SULLY: See, that’s why I wanted you to come, you know, to be impressed.


BRENNAN: Well, it was an impressive display of manhood.


SULLY: (laughs) Well, thank you.


BRENNAN: Athletics as an analog for battle. In fact, you were a warrior tonight.


SULLY: (laughs again) Wow. You really were impressed.


BRENNAN: There are quite a number of ways that men judge their relative maleness with respect to other men.


SULLY: Uh-huh.


BRENNAN: Muscles, income, cars, attractive mates, tolerance to alcohol, hair loss … and of course, the size of sexual organs.


SULLY: Whoa! Save something for us to discuss at dinner.


BRENNAN: Well … women don’t care about that.


SULLY: Dinner, or … hair loss.


BRENNAN: The size of the sexual organ.


SULLY: Ours or yours?


BRENNAN: Penis size only matters to other males.


SULLY: See, I was hoping you’d comment on how I shut down the other team’s offense.


BRENNAN: Well, their offense wasn’t really all that good.


SULLY: Oh, you know how to hurt a guy. It’s not a bad thing, I like it. A little sauce, a little zing…


(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Hodgins Work Area. Hodgins and Booth are standing together.)


HODGINS: The flake on the trachea was India ink. It came from this (he holds up a letter opener). It’s a Scrimshawed letter opener, wiped clean, but there are still minute traces of Terrance Bancroft’s blood in the etchings.


BOOTH: I need to pull a little con on the wife.


HODGINS: Your wife?


BOOTH: No, the victim’s wife.




BOOTH: Find out if she was cheating on her husband.


HODGINS: I thought the murder was because of the heroin.


BOOTH: Well, it is. But you know, I need you to come along and, you know, collect some dust, or pollen, or seeds, or whatever the hell it is you do, so I can get in and figure out if she’s got anything to hide.


HODGINS: How will you do that?


BOOTH: Oh, I’ve got my ways. Come on.


HODGINS: Well, you know, I’m really busy here. You know, the murder weapon … plus, we found a fibre in the victim’s throat. It’s actually muskrat...


BOOTH: Muskrat, hey, that’s a perfect cover. We’ll go the mansion, you go inside and look for anything made out of muskrat. Come on. Why are you draggin’ your feet? Let’s go.


HODGINS: I’ll … I’ll get my kit.


BOOTH: Get your kit.




(Cut to: Bancroft Mansion. Clarissa opens the door to find Booth standing on her doorstep.)


BOOTH: Good evening, Ms. Bancroft. (He moves aside, and we see Hodgins standing behind him) This is Dr. Hodgins, from the Jeffersonian. We were wondering if…


HODGINS: Very pleased to meet you.


CLARISSA: Nice to meet you, Dr. Hodgins. Clarissa Bancroft.


BOOTH: Dr. Hodgins needs to take a look inside, in the den, if that’s all right.


CLARISSA: Oh. What are you looking for?


HODGINS: Muskrat.


(They come into the house, and Clarissa and Booth wait in another room, while Hodgins is looking through the den.)


CLARISSA: How long with Dr. Hodgins be in there?


BOOTH: Oh, you know, a homicide investigation is pretty invasive. Both the family and the victim lose all their privacy.


CLARISSA: I understand.


BOOTH: Do you? Because, uh, it’s inevitable that we find out everything.


CLARISSA: What kind of doctor is Hodgins?


BOOTH: Bugs. Slime. There’s fancier names, but … that’s about it.


CLARISSA: You know, don’t you. You know that I had an affair.


BOOTH: It’s best that you tell me everything.


CLARISSA: It ended three months ago. Terry and I were working through it.


BOOTH: Separate vacations?


Clarissa; I didn’t say it wasn’t difficult. You can love someone and still hurt them. You need his name?


BOOTH: Yeah.


CLARISSA: Leland Oliver. He’s our financial consultant.


BOOTH: So, you divorce your husband…


CLARISSA: I would have gotten, at most, half of his money. This way I get it all. Leland knew that better than anyone. That’s exactly why I didn’t say anything earlier.


BOOTH: How’d you know Dr. Hodgins’ first name?


CLARISSA: You introduced us.


BOOTH: I never said his first name.


Hodgins (comes around the corner) Just tell him, Clarissa.




(Cut to: Outside of the Bancroft Mansion. Booth is briskly walking away, with Hodgins trailing behind him.)


HODGINS: All right, look, I’m sorry, but it doesn’t change anything. Hey, this is not a problem.


BOOTH: Not a problem? Not a problem, huh? I ought to arrest you for tampering with evidence. This goes to trial, you are in Ibiza, or Antarctica on vacation. Start looking for another job.


(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab. Hodgins comes onto the platform and sees Brennan and Cam, sitting at the table with Terry Bancroft’s skeleton.)


BRENNAN: Hodgins, what is the significant of the muskrat fur?


BOOTH: (comes up behind Hodgins) Yeah, Hodgins. What is the significance of the muskrat fur?


HODGINS: Muskrats have an under layer of fur. The outer layer is coarse hair. This … this is muskrat hair.


BRENNAN: Fur, hair … I doubt our victim’s jugular was cut by a muskrat.


CAM: Is there something going on?


BOOTH: (turns to Hodgins) You wanna tell ‘em?


HODGINS: The muskrat hair was coloured with a new dye that’s just be patented by a menswear company in Canada. (He brings up a bunch of photographs of coats on the computer)


BRENNAN: So the murderer was dressed in one of these jackets?


BOOTH: Wait. That one.


BRENNAN: The leather bomber with muskrat liner.


BOOTH: That’s the one Robert Fraiser was wearing. The director of the youth drop in centre.


CAM: Then we have our murderer.


BRENNAN: Good job, Hodgins.


BOOTH: No, no … not “good job Hodgins”. He might have blown the whole case.


HODGINS: I told him it is not a problem.


BRENNAN: What happened?


BOOTH: I don’t care what he does in his time off, but when he screws around with evidence to get in the pants of an old girlfriend on one of my murder cases? That is a problem.


(Booth walks off the platform, and we see that Angela is standing to his side, and has heard everything. )



(Cut to: FBI – Meeting Room. Cam, Brennan, Hodgins, Booth, and Caroline Julian are seated in the room.)


CAROLINE: I already got no proof how the victim got hold of that heroin. Now you’re saying I can’t put Hodgins on the stand? Why?


BOOTH: You don’t want to know the answer to that one.


BRENNAN: Why doesn’t she want to know?


CAROLINE: As the prosecutor in this case, I’m obliged to share everything I know with the defense.


HODGINS: Just because Clarissa Bancroft and I…


CAROLINE: Whoa! Good night.


BOOTH: Did you not hear what she just said?


CAM: There are some things she can’t know.


HODGINS: Clarissa and I were engaged. She and Terry started something up and it unfolded the way those things do. I haven’t contacted or heard from either of them in eight years. Then Terry got killed…


BOOTH: And like every other rich guy in the world, you decided the rules just didn’t apply to you.


HODGINS: Hey! The guy used to be my friend, all right? And Clarissa…


CAM: You tampered with evidence.


HODGINS: The glass and frame were evidence. The photograph I removed was not. I wanted to work Terry’s murder.


CAM: Obviously you’re off the case.


BOOTH: Should be off the job.


BRENNAN: That is not your decision, Booth.


HODGINS: I apologize. I will deal with this however you see fit.









(Cut to: Courtroom. Caroline Julian, prosecutor, is standing before the jury. Mr. Barron, the defense attorney, is seated with Mr. Robert Fraiser.)


CAROLINE: Ladies and gentleman of the jury. My good friend Mr. Barron is going to give you a long speech about what reasonable doubt is. He’s mostly going to be right. But facts are facts, ladies and gentleman, and the fact is Mr. Robert Fraiser killed Mr. Terrance Bancroft for a few pounds of heroin.



(Cut to: Mr. Barron, defense attorney, addressing the jury)


MR. MR. BARRON: They’ve got anthropologists, and psychiatrists, and particulate experts, and blood experts. The whole weight of the Jeffersonian Institution all interpreting the facts for you. And I stress the word “interpret”, because you, as the jury, are the arbiters of common sense, that gets lost in all the science.


(Cut to: Caroline Julian, addressing Dr. Camille Saroyan on the stand)


CAROLINE: Would you describe how the victim was killed?


CAM: Mr. Bancroft died when a sharp instrument was thrust into his jugular.


(Cut to: Dr. Zack Addy on the stand)


ZACK: This is a dried fleck of India ink left in the victim’s trachea. It matches the ink on a Scrimshawed letter opener the FBI found at the scene.


(Cut to:Dr. Camille Saroyan on the stand)


CAM: Postmortem the vicious attack on the victim continued.


MR. MR. BARRON: Objection! Categorization of the attack as vicious is prejudicial.


CAROLINE: Fourteen times a man was stabbed. How many stabs does it take to be vicious, exactly?


JUDGE: Sustained.


(Cut to: Angela Montenegro on the stand)


ANGELA:Using a 2-D image from a stereo microscope, I was able to create a three dimensional model…


(Cut to: Dr. Zack Addy on the stand)


ZACK: These kerf marks are congruent with a double-edged blade, one side serrated, the other not.


(Cut to: Special Agent Seeley Booth on the stand, viewing a knife, held up by Caroline Julian)


BOOTH: Yeah, that’s the knife we found in a toolbox in Robert Fraiser’s truck.


CAROLINE: That would explain the prints found by the FBI forensics lab?


BOOTH: It would explain the prints, but not the victim’s blood.


(Cut to: Booth holding up the muskrat coat)


BOOTH: Yeah, this is the coat Robert Fraiser was wearing at the time of his arrest.


(Cut to: Dr. Temperance Brennan on the stand, motioning to a screen to her left)


BRENNAN: Hair on the left came from the victim’s larynx. The hair on the right came from the jacket.


CAROLINE: And they came from the same jacket?


BRENNAN: They came from the same muskrat.


CAROLINE: How did this hair get into the victim’s larynx?


(Cut to: Angela Montenegro on the stand)


ANGELA:The larynx and the trachea were both punctured by the murder weapon. And that was most logically achieved by the murderer approaching the victim from behind, putting the choke hold on him, and plunging the murder weapon into his throat. (She demonstrates this on a volunteer from the court)


(Cut to: Cam on the stand, holding the knife)


CAM: In doing so, the murderer inadvertently stabbed through his own jacket, thus depositing muskrat hair in the victim’s throat.


(Cut to: Booth on the stand, with the leather bomber jacket, his finger pushed through a hole.)


CAROLINE: Let the records show that the witness is wiggling his finger through the jacket in a very convincing manner.


MR. MR. BARRON: Objection to the use of the phrase “very convincing manner”.


JUDGE: Sustained.




BOOTH: Why what?


CAROLINE: Why was Terrance Bancroft killed? Did you discover a motive, Agent Booth?


(Luiz, a young man from the youth centre pokes his head into the courtroom, catching Booth’s eye. He motions to him to come outside.)


BOOTH: I need five minutes, your Honor.


(Cut to: Hallway of the Courthouse. Booth is talking to Luiz.)


LUIZ: Look, man. I saw Terry take the dope from Julio. I don’t see how this is gonna help burn Fraiser, though.


BOOTH: It’s called chain of evidence. It’ll help, okay? Trust me.


LUIZ: I’ll say what I saw. Terry was a good man.


BOOTH: So are you.




(Cut to: Courtroom)


LUIZ: Terry was like “open that bag, Julio.


CAROLINE: What did Julio do?


LUIZ: Just stood there. Terry went over and took the bag from him, and opened it up. It was packed with pounds of blast.


CAROLINE: Tell the jury what that means.


LUIZ: Heroin. At least two bricks. And like, everybody knows what happens if Terry catches you holding. You get sent out for 72 hours.


CAROLINE: And the drugs?


LUIZ: Straight to the police.


CAROLINE: You believe Robert Fraiser killed Terrance Bancroft for that heroin.


(Cut to: Booth on the stand.)


BOOTH: Yes. Robert Fraiser turned out to be a junkie. That’s why he wore that jacket all the time.


MR. MR. BARRON: Objection. Assuming facts not in evidence.


CAROLINE: What do you mean? The defendant has every needle disease in the book, except HIV.


MR. BARRON: Same objection! Plus, Ms. Julian seems to deeply desire to testify herself.


CAROLINE: Yes, I would like to testify, because then I’d know what answers I was getting.


JUDGE: All right, settle down. This is a murder trial, not a night at the improv.


(Cut to: Cam on the stand.)


CAM: The victim was killed and left for between ten and fifteen hours. The murderer returned, and forced him into the chair. This is also when he was stabbed fourteen times.


(Cut to: Booth on the stand.)


BOOTH: That ten to fifteen hours gave the murderer time to soak Julio Diaz’s sweatshirt in the victim’s blood, in order to put the blame on either Mr. Diaz or the drug suppliers.


CAROLINE: But you do not believe that the defendant killed the boy.


BOOTH: No. But he might as well have.


MR. BARRON: Objection!


JUDGE: I’ll hear it.


BOOTH: Terrance Bancroft intended to give that heroin to the police in order to keep Julio Diaz square with his suppliers.


CAROLINE: Thank you.


BOOTH: Julio Diaz was fourteen years old.


MR. BARRON: Your honour!


CAROLINE: The prosecution apologizes, your honour. And rests.




(Cut to: Street near the Royal Diner. Angela and Brennan are walking together.)


ANGELA:Wait. You still haven’t slept together?


BRENNAN: I know the problem.


ANGELA: His religious upbringing?


BRENNAN: His penis.


ANGELA:What’s wrong with it.


BRENNAN: Apparently it’s small.


ANGELA: (laughing) Well, that maybe explains why he hasn’t made any moves on you yet. He’s insecure.


BRENNAN: So I should make the first move, right?


Angela; Yeah. Take Sully for a little test drive. Maybe he’s got unlimited mileage. That’ll make up for the fact that he’s a sub-compact.




(Cut to: FBI – Booth's Office. Booth and Gordon Wyatt are in the office, sharing food in tiny Chinese food take out boxes.)


BOOTH: Hey, Doc, what we’re doing here, would that be considered therapy?


WYATT: Absolutely. Especially since I’m about to inquire whether you’ve experienced any outbursts of temper since I requested you alter your dress code.


BOOTH: Yeah. One of the Squints – Hodgins – decided the rules, they didn’t apply to him. He got entitled and jeopardized my murder case.


WYATT: Ah, and you confronted him physically.


BOOTH: Physical confrontation – that’s my main skill.


WYATT: “Entitled,” you said. Is he a wealthy man?


BOOTH: Yeah, like the guy who got killed.


WYATT: The murder victim … who tried to help a child and then died for it? And your … uh … Squint?


BOOTH: Yeah, Squint.


WYATT: Extraordinary. Your Squint tried to help a friend. So they both endeavored to do good.


BOOTH: With no clue of the way things are.


WYATT: The way things are, as defined by a working class lad from Pittsburg.


BOOTH: That’s right. Pittsburg, where I’m from, all right? From the streets. Where you get a sense of how the world really is.


WYATT: Yes, I’m sure that’s true. But has it occurred to you that without the distortion of reality provided by a privileged upbringing, there’d be no such thing as the Sistine Chapel, the Taj Mahal, the Three Rivers Stadium, home of your beloved Steelers?


BOOTH: The Three Rivers Stadium was demolished in 2000. But it was a great place, though, that Lambert…


WYATT: No doubt. The point is, you rebel in your way, your friend rebels in his. We all of us have to overcome our upbringing, rich and poor alike. You know what? I’m going to ask you to go back to your bilious socks and your ostentatious ties, and your provocative belt buckles.


BOOTH: What, you’re saying that if I wear flashy socks, I’m going to forgive Hodgins?


WYATT: Oh Lord, I’m not sure I’m that good. Well, perhaps I am … hmm. (He gets up and begins walking toward the door)


BOOTH: Hey, Doc, Doc, Doc … um … why is it that the belt buckle is provocative?


WYATT: Oh, it’s a modern day codpiece. It forced the eye to the groin.




(Cut to: Courtroom. Mr. Barron is interrogating Brennan on the stand.)


MR. BARRON: What process was used to match the India ink on the letter opener with the flake in the victim’s trachea.


BRENNAN: Hydropneumatic elutriation.


MR. BARRON: Which involves dissolving the sample in a solution, correct?




MR. BARRON: Essentially destroying it.




(Cut to: Cam on the stand.)


MR. BARRON: And how was the muskrat hair processed?


CAM: Liquid chromatograph mass spectrometry.


MR. BARRON: And did you perform this test personally, Dr. Saroyan?


CAM: No. It was done by a specialist at the Jeffersonian.


MR. BARRON: And who might that be?


CAM: Dr. Jack Hodgins.


MR. BARRON: The same man who used flies to estimate the time of death?


CAM: Yes.


MR. BARRON: The same Dr. Jack Hodgins who was once engaged to the victim’s wife, Clarissa Bancroft?


CAROLINE: Objection! Assumes facts not in evidence.


JUDGE: Sustained.


MR. BARRON: Quite right, your Honor. The defense calls Dr. Jack Hodgins to the stand. After which, we will be moving for dismissal of all charges.






(Cut to: Courthouse Lunch Room. Booth and Brennan are having coffee, discussing the case)


BRENNAN: How do you think they found out about Hodgins and Clarissa Bancroft?


BOOTH: Aw, it’s a classic defense move. You just check out the wife for motive, run through the ex-lovers.


(Caroline and Hodgins walk up to them)


CAROLINE: Well, the judge didn’t dismiss the case, which is a miracle. “Better you don’t know, Caroline”. Hmph! I figured it was something small, like a typo on a search warrant, but no. Turns out Hodgins had motive to kill the man himself.


HODGINS: Eight years ago, maybe. But not now. I’ve got Angela.


CAROLINE: Hello! If I might continue. The judge has allowed you twenty-four hours to come up with additional information that has never been seen, heard, smelled, touched, or considered by Dr. Hodgins. Twenty-four hours.




(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Forensics Platform. Brennan, Cam, Angela, and Zack surround Terrance Bancroft’s skeleton.)


CAM: Hodgins was all over this case. We need something brand new. Or something that Hodgins didn’t touch.


ZACK: Uh, both weapons, blood spatter evidence…


ANGELA:Right, trace evidence from the scene, the heroin, the sweatshirt … I mean, we’ve covered it all.


BRENNAN: (leans down and studies the bones) The answer is here in front of us. Just like always.


ZACK: Well…


(Angela holds her hand up to stop him.)


BRENNAN: The fungus!


CAM: What fungus?


BRENNAN: The fungus Zack found along the interior cervical vertebrae.


ZACK: Typical cadaver mold.


BRENNAN: Let’s have it identified.


ANGELA:That would usually be Hodgins’ job.


CAM: Not this time.




(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Brennan's Office. Brennan is seated at her desk, Cam standing in front of her. Hodgins walks in with an envelope in his hand. He hands it to Brennan.)


HODGINS: It’s my letter of resignation.


BRENNAN: Your science was dead-on perfect. That’s all I care about. I don’t need your resignation.


(Hodgins hands the letter to Cam, who accepts it.)


BRENNAN: He didn’t actually tamper with evidence!


CAM: Dr. Hodgins endangered a case by hiding his relationship with a suspect.


HODGINS: I’m saving Dr. Saroyan the trouble of firing me.


BRENNAN: Well, how much trouble is it? “You’re fired”, that’s no trouble at all! I mean, a child could do it!


CAM: (looks at Hodgins) I appreciate it.




(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab. Brennan, Zack, and Angela are looking through various species of fungus on a computer screen.)


BRENNAN: So we all agree it’s Aspergillus.


ZACK: But there are a hundred and eight five strains of Aspergillus.


BRENNAN: Clavatus, glaucus, flavus …


ZACK: They all look totally alike to me.


ANGELA:(points to the screen) No … these two are different.


BRENNAN: I don’t see it.


ANGELA:Well they’re both … puddly.


ZACK: “Puddly?”


ANGELA:Well, by “puddly”, I mean the hyphae are septate and hyaline. And the conidiophores originate from the basal foot cell located on the supporting hyphae and … terminate in a vesicle.


ZACK: Aspergillus ustus.


BRENNAN: You found it. Exactly how much time have you been spending with Hodgins?




(Cut to: Royal Diner. Booth is seated at the counter eating a slice of pie and reading a paper, when Hodgins walks in and approaches him.)


HODGINS: Pie good? (Booth ignores him and continues reading his paper.) I quit. Handed in my letter to Cam.


BOOTH: Idiot. You should have got fired. Now, no severance package.


HODGINS: I figure, a guy like you, I resign that puts things right between us. Do we need to discuss it past that?


BOOTH: What are we, girls? (Looks to the server) A piece of pie for my friend…




(Cut to: Courtroom. Caroline is addressing the jury)


CAROLINE: I will remind the jury that they have heard previous testimony from Dr. Clifford Lonsdale, a clinical expert in drug addiction. (to Brennan) Why should the jury care about some Latin infections?


BRENNAN: We found a fungus on the victim called Aspergillus Ustus.


CAROLINE: Is that not very common?


(Cut to: Cam on the stand)


CAM: The fungus in the victim matches exactly the strain Dr. Lonsdale found in the defendant.


CAROLINE: What are the chances of that occurring?


(Cut to: Zack on the stand)


ZACK: Incalculable. Which is something I’ve never said before.


(Cut to: Angela on the stand)


CAROLINE: Miss Montenegro, how did this happen?


ANGELA:When the defendant punctured the victim’s jugular he nicked himself…


(Cut to: Cam on the stand)


CAM: … thus introducing the bacteria directly into the victim’s bloodstream.


(Cut to: Brennan on the stand)


BRENNAN: The fungus developed only where blood from the fatal stab pooled … (she points to a diagram on a monitor beside her) Here, along the spinal cord. It did not spread throughout the body.


CAROLINE: Which means?


BRENNAN: That only Mr. Fraiser could have infected the victim. And only within moments of the victim’s death.


CAROLINE: And who found this fungus?


BRENNAN: Dr. Zack Addy.


CAROLINE: And who identified it?


BRENNAN: Miss Angela Montenegro.


CAROLINE: And who realized the significance of it?




(Cut to: Barron interrogating Brennan on the stand)


MR. BARRON: Dr. Jack Hodgins participated in no way whatsoever?


CAROLINE: Objection! The implication is offensive.


JUDGE: That objection has no standing in law, Ms. Julian. The witness will answer.


BRENNAN: Despite the fact that I have absolute faith in Dr. Hodgins’ integrity and objectivity, in this instance he was not involved.


JUDGE: Then the evidence stands.


(Cut to: Courthouse Lunchroom. Brennan, Hodgins, Zack, Angela, and Booth are standing and sitting around tables, and Brennan is watching Caroline talk to Barron in the distance.)


BRENNAN: I don’t understand how they could do that.


ZACK: Who?


BRENNAN: Lawyers.


ANGELA:Do what?


BRENNAN: Be all friendly.


CAM: The only people lawyers like are other lawyers.


BOOTH: Well, they were married … (everybody turns to look at him) Well, they have a daughter, second year at MIT.


HODGINS: Does anyone else see the irony here?


(Caroline approaches the table.)


CAROLINE: Listen up you people. The verdict is gonna come down any minute. Maybe we’ll win, maybe we’ll lose. But this I do know. You people have got to get your sand together, do you hear me? Booth, and you scientist android brainiacs - you got something very special here, but you are losing it. (Looks at Booth) Dropping serial killers off balconies, and (looks at Angela) blabbing suspects names to vengeful fathers. (Looks at Cam) Cuttin’ into heads before their times, getting’ poisoned, (looks at Zack) getting’ blown up because you go grabbing for things you shouldn’t ought. (Looks at Hodgins) Taking photographs from frames. (Looks back at Booth) Gettin' a perfectly good car smashed to bits for no good reason. Get it together! Start using your oversized heads. This is the real world. Now, I know bug man here handed in his resignation. My official Justice Department recommendation is the following: We win the case, he gets his job back. We lose, Booth shoots him.


(Baliff approaches)


BALIFF: The jury’s returned with a verdict.


CAROLINE: Okay, let’s go face the music.




(Cut to: Courtroom. {Music: Tears & Laugher by Tall Tree 6ft Man})


JUDGE: Will the defendant please rise? Madam Foreperson, please read the verdict.


JURY FOREPERSON: We, the jury, find the defendant guilty.


JUDGE: This court is adjourned.


(Booth approaches Caroline and pats her on the shoulder, Hodgins meets Clarissa’s eye and smiles, and Cam holds up Hodgins’ resignation letter and tears it in half. He mouths “thank you” to her.)


(Cut to: Royal Diner. Booth shares some of his ties with Wyatt.)


(Cut to: Sully’s basketball game: Sully walks off the court and Brennan rushes to him, greeting him with a kiss.)


(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab. Hodgins shows Angela a variety of photographs (presumably of him and Terry Bancroft in their youth).




(Cut to: Medico Legal Lab – Hallway – Next Morning. Brennan and Sully walk into the lab and share a passionate kiss. Angela, who is standing nearby, watches in awe. She approaches Brennan.)


ANGELA:You look happy.


BRENNAN: Uh-huh.


ANGELA: Oh, you look really happy. (Brennan laughs) You made the first move.


BRENNAN: Well you told me I should!


ANGELA: How was it? I mean, I don’t mean “it” … no, no … I do! I mean “it”.


BRENNAN: I discovered something very interesting about cops and nicknames.


ANGELA: Anthropologically interesting?


BRENNAN: Anatomically interesting. They call the bald guy “Curly”, and the fat guy “Tiny”. It’s ironic.


ANGELA: So when they call Sully “Peanut”…


BRENNAN: He doesn’t like to shower with the other guys because he diverges from the quantifiable morphological norm.


(Brennan and Angela reach Brennan’s office, where Booth is waiting in a chair, his feet up on Brennan’s desk.)


BOOTH: What? What’s that mean?


BRENNAN: Stands out from a crowd.


ANGELA: Do you have a nickname, Booth? Something the other cops call you?


BOOTH: Why? What have you heard?


ANGELA: Congrats, Brennan.


(Angela walks out of the room.)


BRENNAN: Wow. Those socks. Those are...amazing.


BOOTH: That’s right. The socks, the tie, the belt buckle - all escape valves for my socioeconomic rage.


BRENNAN: I hate psychology.


BOOTH: Oh, you know, they help me deal with the day-to-day irritations of dealing with people that are more privileged.


BRENNAN: I slept with Sully last night.


BOOTH: Oh. I thought you already, uh …


BRENNAN: No. Last night.


BOOTH: Ah. It’s really none of my business.


BRENNAN: Except we’re partners.


BOOTH: Yeah, there’s that-


BRENNAN: And you...told me about your socks.


BOOTH: Mhm. Sex. Socks. Pretty much the same word.


BRENNAN: Do we have a case, or are you just visiting?


BOOTH: Yeah, I’ll fill you in on the way. It’s messy, better get some protection.


BRENNAN: Let me get my gumboots.


(Brennan leaves the office and Booth stands up, looks at his watch and begins fidgeting with his tie.)


BOOTH: Yeah. I’m gonna need a flashier tie.




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